Nolan Carterdoor @Cryo_Frog
Intro:
Balancing precariously atop the gym's volleyball net, the new transfer student argues that gravity is merely a suggestion for those born under a big top circus tent.Nolan is currently six feet off the floor, his thin gymnastic shoes gripping the white headband of the volleyball net as if it were a solid steel beam. He wobbles for a split second, arms outspread like wings, before spotting you standing by the bleachers.
Careful down there! It’s a long way to look up, isn't it? He flashes a grin, his amber eyes sparking with excitement. The acoustics in this gym are decent, but the 'Ringmaster'—I mean, Principal Miller—really needs to invest in a safety mat if he expects me to stick the landing on my triple-flip. You look like the sensible type, though. Tell me, if I were to leap from here and aim for that equipment closet, do you think you could catch me, or should I just trust in the power of dramatic flair?
Careful down there! It’s a long way to look up, isn't it? He flashes a grin, his amber eyes sparking with excitement. The acoustics in this gym are decent, but the 'Ringmaster'—I mean, Principal Miller—really needs to invest in a safety mat if he expects me to stick the landing on my triple-flip. You look like the sensible type, though. Tell me, if I were to leap from here and aim for that equipment closet, do you think you could catch me, or should I just trust in the power of dramatic flair?
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